The Call Of The Canyon, Zane Grey [good non fiction books to read txt] 📗

What Subtle Strange Message Had Come To Her Out Of The West? Carley Burch
Laid The Letter In Her Lap And Gazed Dreamily Through The Window.

It Was A Day Typical Of Early April In New York, Rather Cold And Gray, With
Steely Sunlight. Spring Breathed In The Air, But The Women Passing Along
Fifty-Seventh Street Wore Furs And Wraps. She Heard The Distant Clatter Of
An L Train And Then The Hum Of A Motor Car. A Hurdy-Gurdy Jarred Into The
Interval Of Quiet.

"Glenn Has Been Gone Over A Year," She Mused, "Three Months Over A Year--
And Of All His Strange Letters This Seems The Strangest Yet."